A mudelf was bribed to alter the thread title in order to welcome in the New Year in the same venue. Sage noticed that things came to a screeching halt when one of our major sources of Punishment in each visit was whisked away to the facility just beyond the Mudcat Recovery Ward by our very own Nurse Ratched, and wonders if the woman has preternatural powers?

Time to shift things into high gear for the moving of Severn to a new room. Perhaps they'll manage to deliver a laptop to him and he can watch as the trebuchet is pulled out of the storeroom between the kitchen and the back door. The ONLY way to undecorate after xmas is to simply launch that tree back out of the the building by the way it came it. Through the hole, that is, and this time it doesn't need to ride a reindeer.

All cats, ducks, squid, and tiny reindeer are forewarned: Time to leave the boughs of the tree or you'll be taking a fast ride out into the cold night air, and are liable to land in a snowbank somewhere.

Perhaps Sev has heard of this pending tree-ejection and is acting in solidarity: it seems he knows that hospital IV tubing is an excellent stretchy material for lobbing objects. Nurse Ratched just got hit at 50 paces in the bum with a baked potato from his dinner tray.